The Cowboy in the Sunset

This is gonna sound weird

But if I had herpes, and you were my lover.

I would allow you to leave me so that your beauty wouldn't go to waste

Because beauty that goes to waste is like a diamond floating in space

forever lost the vacantcy of nothingness.

And I don't know if you've heard this but yes nothingess is a word

So allow me to tell you how I forgot about my fear and fell in love with a nerd

Though it may not be the best word choice, the first thing I remember was getting lost in
her voice.

It didn't matter if she spoke about adventure time, or edible castle cause my back-up plan was to come-off as an asshole.

Not because I actually felt about her like that, but because I was trying to appear like a Cowboy riding off into the sunset.

I was like a little school-boy sitting behind my desk shooting spit-balls at the back of her head to get her attention, and when she would listen I would lose my ambition

So I made fun.

I remember tricking her to see a horror film on our first date

I was laughing.

But she wasn't laughing.

Cause she didn't watch horror films, and she didn't need them.

She had nightmares without movies.

And her dreams were always heated with images of bodies and bloody massacres upon bloody soil.

Or with torturing citizens through war and toil.

So when I left her that night I coulda sworn that she hated me.

But she didn't.

Some how some way we met each other again

near the edge of a storm drain sitting near a trash bin.

And when we kissed for the first time my mind went blank.

I can't recollect what she looked like or how her lips taste

but I can remember the feelings flowing through my body.

happiness, joy, puppy-love, like two turtle doves, hanging on the Christmas Tree and then enough!

But we didn't stop there we dared to share

Share fun times, good times, sad times, and bad times,

We took off our clothes to show our scars

I had scars on my face

She had scars on her arms

Scars of stupidity
Scars of battle
Scars of work
Scars from being labeled

And I heard this from a song that the title became lost but if I could see your arms I would kiss them.

But I wouldn't kiss them till they were gone, cause thats who you were and thats not wrong!

I would kiss them till they were beatiful too you

because the first night that I looked in you're eyes

One part of me lived.

And another came alive.